Why I Always Use a Condom

I had unprotected sex with my girlfriend, and she got pregnant. She had the baby and cut off contact with me, and I live with regret.

by Anonymous

It was raining outside and our plans were squashed. My girlfriend Kimberly and I had nothing to do. “Let’s watch some TV,” she said to me, but I had other plans. Little did I know they would lead to my biggest mistake.

We were alone in her house on that fall day five years ago. Her parents were at work. Sex wasn’t anything new to us-we’d been steady lovers for almost a year. My plan was working to perfection when Kimberly stopped me.

“Do you have a condom?”

I told her I didn’t.

“I don’t want to have sex if you’re not protected. You never know what could happen.”

I told her not to worry, that it was no big deal if we didn’t use a condom this one time. So we had sex. It was fun and made us both feel great.

But the pleasure we had that one afternoon couldn’t compare with the pain that followed in the months to come.

Bad News

Kimberly didn’t get her period. After a visit to the doctor, she found out she was pregnant.

She went crazy. She was crying, almost shaking. She talked about running away from home. When I told her that was a stupid idea, she began to scream that she was going to tell her mother.

I pleaded with Kimberly not to do that. We were only 14 and just starting high school. I didn’t think telling our parents would help–it would only get us in more trouble and they would probably make us break up. Kimberly agreed not to tell as long as I made the arrangements and paid for the abortion.

It took two months to get the money together. Those two months were the worst of our lives. Kimberly was suffering emotionally and physically. She was depressed, vomiting, and had a headache every day. She had sudden mood swings and was growing quite distant. I was missing a lot of school and doing everything and anything to make money-odd jobs, gambling, robbing, stealing, lots of things I’m not proud of.

January came and, with it, the abortion date-January 3rd 1:30 p.m. When I woke up that morning I was nervous and jittery. I just wanted the ordeal to end. We planned to meet at 1 p.m. at the doctor’s office. At 2:30 I was still waiting. At 3 p.m. I finally called her house.

“Meet me down the block from my house,” she said.

Now I knew there was trouble.

I got there in about a half-hour and asked her where she had been.

“I felt sick.”

I offered to get her an appointment the following day but she screamed “No!” She told me she woke up scared, couldn’t take it any longer, and told her mother everything.

Threats and Blame

Her mother blamed me for what happened. “It’s all his fault,” she said. As horrible as it sounded when Kimberly told me this, her mother was right. It was my fault.

Then Kimberly’s mother prohibited her from having the abortion. I was off the hook-I didn’t have to pay for it. All I had to do, Kimberly said, was stay away and pretend I never knew her. If I didn’t, her mother threatened to tell my parents about the situation. I had no choice but to follow the rules.

As the weeks went by, I was dying to know how Kimberly was doing. Even though we weren’t talking, I still loved her. I began to spy on her. I’d wait for her across the street from her house. I’d hide in the bushes or sit in a parked car. Sometimes I’d follow her and I began to notice that she was getting bigger. She was going to have a baby-my baby! I had to talk with her. When I saw her go out to the store one day, I stopped her.

“How are you?”

“Fine.”

“Listen-you’re having my baby. I think I should be a part of everything going on now.

“No, my mother and I agree you shouldn’t be around. I don’t want you around and I hate you!”

I could tell she wasn’t really turning on me, just following her mother’s orders. I was shocked and hurt, but there was nothing I could do.

“Goodbye!”

A Baby Boy

In the months that followed I lost all contact with her. It was May and school was nearly over. I should have been happy, but on the day vacation began I found out from a friend that Kimberly had gone into labor. I raced to the hospital.

“It’s a boy!” I screamed in the hallway outside her room. I wanted to see my child, but her mother wouldn’t allow me in. How could she do that? How could the hospital allow it? I argued, but it was no use.

I went to see Kimberly the night she got home from the hospital. Except for the hair and eyes, the baby looked exactly like me. I felt the joy of birth. Shortly afterward her mother made me leave. On the way down to the bus I was jumped by three guys-friends of Kim’s mom-who told me to leave Kimberly alone. “Never come here again or we’ll kill you!”

I finally told my father everything and while he was upset and disappointed, he agreed to help me. After weeks of negotiations, Kimberly’s mother agreed to visitation rights. Twice a month.

It was obvious, whenever I visited, that her mother was still angry. Two months after the baby was born they moved to Florida. They were gone for a month before I even found out.

I never stop thinking about what happened. And although I’ll never give up responsibility for my son or be ashamed of him, I will always know that a mistake caused all this. We should have used a condom that day. Not only to protect ourselves, but to protect everyone around us who was affected by our behavior. My girlfriend became a mother at 14 and had to leave school. Her life was ruined and mine was changed forever. Had we been responsible that fall day five years ago, things might have worked out better.

In the last three years I’ve probably spent 10 days with my son. I bounce him on my lap and play airplane with him, but he doesn’t remember me and he doesn’t call me Dad. Will he ever acknowledge me when I’m older? Will he ever understand?

And although I'll never give up responsibility for my son or be ashamed of him, I will always know that a mistake caused all this.
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